Tobias POV
I don't know why Tris has been acting so distant. I've been trying to get her attention, but she refuses to answer me in any way possible. New scars have been showing up, but she won't let anyone near.
Then, one Saturday, I get a text. I opened it eagerly, hoping it was Tris. It was Tris.
"Night Toby. See you in the sunlight."
"ZEKE!" I screamed. He dropped his Dauntless cake (since it was lunch time).
"What the heck, Tobias?" He asked, playing the cool guy. I tossed him my phone and took off for the Chasm, the rest of the gang close behind.
By the time we got to the Chasm, Tris was nowhere in sight. I peered down to the rushing waters, and what I saw horrified me.
I didn't see anything.
Then up went a cry of "THERE SHE IS!" and I looked to my right and saw her hanging onto a rock, her eyes closed. She was murmuring something.
"I'll die here on the rock I'll die here on the rock." Chris translated. "I read lips." She explained to Will.
Zeke had already gotten a rope. As the rest of the gang held on, I lowered myself down to Tris. I could feel her heartbeat slowing as we were lifted up again, and she was limp.
I didn't budge from her side.
It had already been two days, and she hadn't awakened from her sleep. The nurse told us that there wasn't much we could do until she woke up - if she did. I never left her bed.
I'll never forget the first time the machine stopped beeping. I was yelling for the nurses to come and help her, and they hastily brought her back. This happened lots of times during the next few weeks.
Finally, she squeezed my hand and moaned a little bit. I texted the gang in all caps that she was waking up, and they were there within the next 10 minutes.
The process of her waking up took all day. Sometimes it was just a squeeze, or a mumble, but it was something. Finally, at seven in the evening, she opened her eyes. Everyone cheered, but she looked devastated.
"I'm supposed to be dead." She said, on the brink of crying. "I didn't want to live. I needed to die."
"No Tris." I said firmly, bringing both of her little hands into mine. "You needed to live. You're my girlfriend. I love you." The girls awww'd, and Uriah snapped a photo.
Little did I know that those were the last words I'd speak to her for over three years.